ed harris’s motivation in the rock reminds me a lot of that museum in fayetteville with exhibits saying it was actually really cool and honorable that the military committed war crimes in asia and south america
@serpentinedumb1 somewhere in 6th century patagonia, a guy is shaving his head, accessing the transcendental inventory of human possibility, and thinking “i’m about to become so annoying”
glad that more people will be watching the prisoner now and experiencing the mcgoohanite countenance which, zoolanderlike in its seeming lack of variation, achieves below threshold of perception, beneath facial quantum, a dazzling array of expressive and affective possibilities
was gonna engage with that poetry contest thing but didn’t have the patience to photograph every page of the battlefield where the moon says i love you
balázs was writer not director of this film
beautiful movie, but, not to be too kracauer about it, hard to ignore as a prefigured justification of italian alliance with a germany choked out of the weimar era and into fascism by way of insinuating some alpine genetic link between
The Blue Light
Leni Riefenstahl, Béla Balázs
1932
Drawn to a beauty that cannot be shared without being diminished, the film hints that what we try to possess often loses its essence, and that wonder survives only at a distance.